Here’s just the inspiration for today’s post title, taken after a day at work when I was speeding around doing so much that I could have easily gotten a ticket from a pedestrian patrol officer, if there were such a thing:
That photo may be just the ticket, but is today’s topic “Just the ticket” just the ticket for me to create a just and righteous post for you this morning?
Or am I just giving myself a one-way ticket to nowhere?
How could my ticketed title relate to the stories I heard and the lessons learned in therapy sessions yesterday?
It’s not like anybody needed a ticket to get into those individual and group therapy sessions.
Also, how does “Just the Ticket” relate to the other photos I had time to take yesterday?
Hmmm. I suppose that truck — up on the sidewalk to make a delivery near Fenway Park in Boston — deserves to get a parking ticket. Also, I might pay for a ticket to see lots of bold characters in one play.
That photo could also be ticket-related, since clothes on sale have tickets attached to them.
Hearts are just the tickers, I mean tickets, for keeping us all alive. I hope that — for one of my non-ticketed patients yesterday — using a jeweled, ticker-shaped “worry box” will allow her put to her worries away at night and get some sleep.
“Learning” was just the ticket for a discussion topic at one of the non-ticketed therapy groups I facilitated yesterday.
I should probably buy a ticket to a hand-writing improvement seminar (and perhaps an art class, too). Here’s what I wrote on one side of that flower:
The flower doesn’t have to learn how to grow.
And on the other side:
Certain things we learn get in the way of growth and we have to unlearn them.
- people needed to have tickets to get in there and
- I deserve a ticket for using the word “Jumbotron. “
Okay! I managed to come up with tickets for each of those photos. Isn’t that just the ticket?
Now, are you — my non-ticketed reader — ready for a one-way ticket to a ticket-related tune?
The Beatles sold lots of tickets to that 1965 performance of “Ticket to Ride” at Shea Stadium, another famous baseball park in the U.S.
What do you think was just the ticket, in today’s post?
Ticketed thanks to the Beatles, to everybody who helped me create this “just the ticket” post, and to you — of course! — for being just the ticket, for me.
P.S. Here are some more tickets I remembered to include after I published this post:
- I bought tickets last night for my son and I to see Stephen Sondheim’s A Little Night Music in Boston next month and
- my son, my ex-sister-in-law Deborah, my niece Laura, her daughter Victoria, and I have tickets to see Anthony Rapp from Rent (whom I recently saw at a ticketed show at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe) in a one-man show in September.
Just the ticket for a great September!